Lord and Lady Crabs intend passing a few weeks at Saint Cloud." The above dockyments, along with my own triffling billy, of which I have also givn a copy, greated Mr.and Mrs.Deuceace on their arrivle from Fontingblo.

Not being present, I can't say what Deuceace said; but I can fancy how he LOOKT, and how poor Mrs.Deuceace lookt.

They weren't much inclined to rest after the fiteeg of the junny; for, in 1/2 an hour after their arrival at Paris, the hosses were put to the carridge agen, and down they came thundering to our country-house at St.Cloud (pronounst by those absud Frenchmin Sing Kloo), to interrup our chaste loves and delishs marridge injyments.
My lord was sittn in a crimson satan dressing-gown, lolling on a sofa at an open windy, smoaking seagars, as ushle; her ladyship, who, to du her justice, didn mind the smell, occupied another end of the room, and was working, in wusted, a pare of slippers, or an umbrellore case, or a coal-skittle, or some such nonsints.

You would have thought to have sean 'em that they had been married a sentry, at least.

Well, I bust in upon this conjugal tator-tator, and said, very much alarmed, "My lord, here's your son and daughter-in-law." "Well," says my lord, quite calm, "and what then ?" "Mr.Deuceace!" says my lady, starting up, and looking fritened.
"Yes, my love, my son; but you need not be alarmed.